Pickled memories

He
left kitchen stools in new spaces
She
nailed them to the ground
She
mummified their moments
those energies
He
left behind

A Toi

How well do you know
moon shakers from tide breakers
do you know the depth and width
of my love in yards?
if you do, then you're mistaken
cause the objects in this mirror
are bigger than they seem
I wish for you no wondering
no questioning
on consequences and intentions
I wish for you a feather bed
for your solitude while you wait...

what's wrong with this picture?

Shadows
of yesterdays
casting on my tomorrows
Sunlight
dimmed behind
clouds densely hollow
Short seasons
turning
in rooms with no corners
Strong love
infrenal flames
ignited without burners
Days
slow dancing
to wild rap tunes
tempo in dis-harmony
like buildings on sand dunes

Deserving a good serving

A halo for the angel
A medal for the winner
A cake for the birthday boy
A kiss for the sinner
Redeem my true essence
I deserve better
Maybe something like,
A candle lit dinner?

Better than your whips and bullets
Better than your swipes and scorns
Naked I stand before you
Wrap me up with petals not thorns

With no attire I stand cold
Under the icicles of your angry hood
Tread softly mister, please,
This is a friendly neighborhood

You in mine
Me in yours
Our lives have graciously kept the scores
Two touches and a smile
A thousand moments in my filo file
And you say that you’re not there?
My love, you’re there
And everywhere…

What do I write for?
for who?
who do I sing for?
not you...

The sun is setting
and I feel cold...
it's a moonless night
I can't see clear
I just can't see clear anymore...

View from the top

changing colors
missing the beat for a pestering premonition
pulling tomorrows towards today
kneading them into a love consuming apparition
wasted efforts lie on the floor
separate, mutilate, don't conjugate
one reality with another withering truth
wish it was a thorn in your fingertip
for my karmic tweezers to uproot
or a friday night bad hairdo
for my fingers to style running through
mixed messages
in the eagle's eyes
who's yearning to flap his wings
to fly

What is normal?

What's normal?
A nudist bathing in the brave sun
building castles in the heart of someone
diving
deep into the spirit of the now
trusting shadows of mermaids on rocks
weaving fossiled dreams
with colors of rainbows
splashing love all over breathing spaces...

Or is it?
Hiding behind a crooked smile
pinching echoes of social circles
drowning
in muddy waters made blue
freezing under the heat of watching eyes
crying tears of forlorn chances

white flags flapping in the winds of change...

Variations

Little did I know
there were more packages in me
still to be unwrapped
winged bundles
crammed in social cluster
buried alive
a requiem for a dream

Absent

Dazed
Hazed
Raised above the cloud

Confused
Defused
Excused from the crowd

No matter what and where

I could be in Timbaktu
or paddling a canoe
hopping like a kangaroo
or frosting in an igloo
no distance
no time
can keep my thoughts
away from you
tell me,
can you feel it too?

Be-ware

Juggler
spinning in the air
love, smiles and china ware
tempting fortune
betting
on an arm and a foot for a dare
administrating
adventures with little care
life's a juggler too,
my dear, so just beware

Forget about Tomorrow (trimmed and styled by r.e.b)

Surfing the high waves
of hours
hopping from one
going down lower
to another
complaicantly following
escaping the final crash over rocks
of a vagabond reality
Tasting adrenalined reveries
knowing beauty never strikes twice

Forget about tomorrow

Surfing the high waves of the hours
hopping from one going down
to another complaicantly following behind
escaping the final crash over rocks
of a vagabond reality
Enjoy the taste of adrenalined reveries
for beauty never strikes twice

"Get over it!"

Will not anchor my boat in the deep
to dig out perpetual rusted stories
so save your bates for hungry fish
my plate is full
Swing on ropes hanging in mid-air
I really don't care, watch me,
my dreams lie so distant
where love is an endless string
beaded with thousands of
exotic happy moments

Bad Road Signs!

Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue
What a clever distraction
from the whole halabaloo
How about, if you please,
Something sticky
Some green goo
Something hollow
exile in xanadu
Some frozen hearts
in an igloo!!!

Shut Up in Your Face!

Dig dig digging
you'll never reach the core
don't you know
there's nothing left
save angered pain galore?

Turn turn turning
the tables round and round
don't you know
you're wasting time
I'm sticking to my grounds?

I think I can I think I can
make it to the top
don't you know
my engines run
and that they'll never stop?

Choo Choo go away
you're on my finish line
don't you know
I'll win the race
my strength won't undermine?

Quack quack like a duck
your stories won't come through
don't you know
I'm turning deaf
to words said by you?

Let's go "Dutch" ?

A game of trump
two partners each carrying
a hand of hearts
spades are trifled
diamonds in the rough

Here for no reason
Here for every season
Winter brings me down
Sulken face a deep hard frown
Spring finds me bright
everything seems so right
Summer tans my heart
I take it from the start
Autumn drops my defenses
erect are my fences
Here for no reason
I lick the drops of treason